Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.